Patience Poems
106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
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Waiting 02
by Mario Odekerken
The clock ticks on in patient rhyme,
a whisper in the halls of time.
I sit with hope upon my chest,
a silent guest,an anxious guest.
The world moves past with hurried feet,
while O remain in this still seat.
Each breath a bridge to what's not here,
each second loud,then disappears.
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101. Run With Me
by Kea Campbell
Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
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Patience A Virtue To Uphold
by Christen Kuikoua
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
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For the love in waiting
by Mario Odekerken
A quiet ache lingers in the stillness,
a breath held between moments.
Time stretches, taut and trembling,
its edges blurred by longing.
The world moves,yet here it pauses,
each second heavy with absence.
In the waiting,there is a presence-
a shadow of what will come.
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106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
......
Waiting 02
by Mario Odekerken
The clock ticks on in patient rhyme,
a whisper in the halls of time.
I sit with hope upon my chest,
a silent guest,an anxious guest.
The world moves past with hurried feet,
while O remain in this still seat.
Each breath a bridge to what's not here,
each second loud,then disappears.
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Waiting
by Mario Odekerken
The chair holds the shape of a body
long after it's empty.
Light shifts across the floor,
too slow to matter.
A clock ticks,
not as a guide,
but as a reminder
that time continues without consent.
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101. Run With Me
by Kea Campbell
Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
......
97. Just Waiting
by Kea Campbell
Paranoia that resides and confines.
The truth knows nothing of your breath.
Not a thought left unsaid.
No hush— unfiltered; obsessed.
Haste to red— embodiment of embarrassment.
Conductor of my mental state.
A flaw of mine I so much hate.
Temper-less parades.
I have yet to find my escape.
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